So, I found this old poem that I wrote and it made me laugh. I figured I'd post for you guys to see.
The Scarf
My neck is pulsing. Bumps are forming. Irritation is growing and I am turning a bright red. This scarf, is just so damn itchy. I must vent. This scarf is to itchy,
So, I found this old poem that I wrote and it made me laugh. I figured I'd post for you guys to see.
The Scarf
My neck is pulsing.
Bumps are forming.
Irritation is growing
and I am turning a bright red.
This scarf, is just so damn itchy.
I must vent.
This scarf is to itchy,
I think that I will just throw it in the trash.
Edited by Xaon